Three hours at midnight, Songhuayuan.

On the window paper, a light shines the shadow of a beauty dressing up on it, and her slender hair hangs like a waterfall, and every frown and movement is as light as a dream.

Under the corner of the wall, a hand suddenly stretched out, pierced through the thick window paper, and squinted his eyes and peeked inside.

A girl who looks a bit like a maid was holding an embroidered jumper in her hand, and she complained unsatisfiedly while embroidering it: "Miss, how long do we have to stay here? The Chinese New Year will be in a few days. If you go back late, you will be unable to see the fireworks."

The lady next to her stopped combing her hair, and was silent for a while before she said slowly: "If what I expected was not bad, we shouldn't be able to leave."

"Ah!" The embroidered girl was surprised and her finger was stabbed by a needle. A blood-red bead appeared and she held it in her mouth and sucked it (...)

The lady took out her silk squid, grabbed her hand and wiped it, half complaining, half distressed, "Why are you so careless!"

The maid put down the embroidered thing and grabbed the lady's hand with a anxious look on her face. "Miss, that's not what she said at the beginning! I only played for two days and sent the coachman to pick us up."

"That's right, you've forgotten that when the coachman left, he was acting a little too hasty, like..."

The lady was a little speechless for a moment, frowned and wondered how to express it. Then the maid added: "He was like throwing a bag, leaving us behind and driving away without saying anything."

"That's right, that's what I mean." The lady sighed in the car and continued: "You don't know that one night before I left, the elders at home called me to give me a speech."

The maid said dismissively: "Aren't it just some things to pay attention to on the journey? I asked you before the lady came."

"No! That's just a perfunctory word, in fact, what the elders are saying is another matter."

The lady continued in a heavy tone: "They want to send me into the palace."

"What?" the maid jumped up in shock, "The emperor is so old, why are they willing to let it go? It's too much. Is this still a relative?"

If the lady went in, she would not be able to escape as a personal maid. Thinking of the terrible rumors in the palace, she felt a chill on her back.

"What can you do not want to bear to sacrifice the happiness of a girl for the sake of the family's interests? In their opinion, that's right."

The lady lowered her head, and the light of the candle casts layers of shadows on her beautiful face. The already beautiful figure added a layer of hazy beauty.

The person outside the window was breathing suffocated and couldn't help but want to see more realistically. When his body moved, he knocked down a flowerpot, making a "ding bell bang" noise.

"Who~~~Who is outside?" The lady picked up the scissors on the table and questioned outside.

The unknown danger made the two women close together, trembling.

Song Zhilian's cheerful voice sounded in the yard, "Hahaha... Beautiful girl, don't be afraid. I am your future pillowman, Song Zhilian. I just heard that you are here today. Sorry, I'm a little late, so I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

He could see clearly from the window paper. The lady inside was as beautiful as a flower, very different from the women in the sect. When he saw it, he felt happy and couldn't help but secretly praise himself for his young self. He was so sensible.

The lady was not someone else, but a guest from the Qiao family. When she heard the other party's dissolute words, she almost got angry and drove the person out of her mouth, "What a shameless Song Zhilian, I have never heard of it. We don't know you, so please leave quickly, so as not to be misunderstood."

When Song Zhilian heard this, he was not annoyed, and said leisurely: "Beauty is such a miss! I am your future dear husband. I heard about you for a long night and have no intention of sleeping. It is also a fun thing to come and meet you in advance."

As she spoke, Song Zhilian pushed the door and tried it. The door was tied tightly, without any sign of looseness.

But he was a person who did his own thing and raised his hand and knocked on the door panel, making a "bang" sound.

The maid Xiaomei mustered up the courage, raised a bench, and trembled, "Little~~~Miss, what should I do? If this person rushed in, we would be done."

"Don't panic! It's okay, it's okay, he can't come in! Let's go and block the door." I don't know if the Guest said this to the maid or comforting herself.

The two of them pushed a heavy round table in the room, trying to use him to hold the door panel.

Unfortunately, they underestimated the ability of martial arts practitioners. Song Zhilian's hands were numb, and there was no movement. He suddenly felt impatient and was about to kick the door panel with his foot.

At this moment, I felt that my collar and clothes tightened, and then I flew backwards.

With a "bang", he bumped into a tree in the yard and was bounced back to the ground by the tree. The whole process took less than two breaths.

Song Zhilian lay on the ground and suddenly felt his internal organs burst open, and he couldn't help but spray blood on the ground.

At the same time, the snow-filled ridges on the tree fell on him, making him feel painful.

"Who are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business? Don't you know this is the territory of our Song family?" He gritted his teeth and looked at a dark shadow in the yard.

If he provoked the Song family, there would be no good results. As long as he raised his arms and shouted, he would immediately summon the disciples of the entire sect for his use. Therefore, at this moment, this black shadow was already a dead person in his eyes.

The black shadow stood with his hands behind his back, looking down on the world, "So what about the Song family? I can touch your mountain gate, and naturally I can touch your life quietly. If you don't believe it, you can shout at the top of your throat."

"Crack~~"

But it was the charming guest and the maid Xiaomei who ran out with an anxious look on their faces, "Real Master, you are here!"

The black shadow in front of him was a mysterious disciple of their Qiao family. He wore a black cloth scarf all year round, and no one had seen his true face.

The gay guest seemed to trust him very much, and when he saw him, he couldn't help but act coquettishly, "Real Master, this shameless man just wanted to do shameless things, what should we do with him?"

When Song Zhilian heard this, he couldn't help but say angrily: "You little bitch, do you want to pirate me to death and run away like this ghost? Bah, two dogs, men and women, I curse you for a good death."

This was very vicious. The gay guest had never heard such dirty words. He pointed at him in anger, but could not say a word.

Song Zhilian was so arrogant that he continued to speak quickly: "You, don't think that I can let you go like this, you little bitch, you wait, I won't let you go."
Chapter completed!